2.If you see a wooden
spoon, do you think of pasta, cookie dough, and cake batter?

Or do you get excited at the prospect of
a playful spanking followed by hot, steamy sex?

3.When you read, “hot,
steamy sex” did you blush and cover your screen to make sure no one read that
over your shoulder?

Or did you hope I’d describe the hot,
steamy sex in detail and share an excerpt?

4.When I didn’t share
juicy details of a torrid sexual exploit, were you relieved?

Or did you remind yourself to clear your
browser cache and delete cookies after taking this quiz?

5.How do you feel about
your grandmother, great-aunt, or aunt? Do you enjoy a close relationship and
think she is wonderful?

Or do you roll your eyes at her demands?

6.It’s five o’clock,
and you haven’t eaten dinner yet. You spy a mouthwatering, gorgeous chocolate
chip cookie on the kitchen counter. Do you virtuously abstain and save your
appetite for nutritious food?

Or do you figure chocolate comes from a
plant, so it’s a vegetable? Plus, it’s milk chocolate and has dairy. That’s not
counting the protein of the egg, and everyone needs a treat now and then…right?

7.You’re told to report for your punishment. Do you give a
small sigh but prepare yourself for your spanking?

Or do you claim to be an angel, protest
you are misunderstood, and argue technicalities in an attempt to wriggle out of
your fate?

If you haven’t guessed already, the first answers are good,
and the second (italicized) answers are naughty. Did you have more “good” or
“naughty” answers! Be honest!

If you are a GOOD girl or boy, you should read Living
in Sin, a story without
spanking or sex that focuses on love and forgiveness.

If you are a NAUGHTY girl or boy, you should read Seoul
Spankings, a 1Night Stand story with spanking, sex, and the excitement
of an international blind date with a happily-ever-after. Plus kimchi. (Cabbage
is sexy!)

What if you are both? Then you should spank Louisa, of
course! :D

Living in Sin

Come out to your family, or we're through!

Sick of playing
"roommate" for the sake of her girlfriend's religious, tight-knit
family, Audra issues an ultimatum: Tell your family, or I move out. After all, Audra's
family supports her and loves Ciara as a second daughter. Why would Ciara’s
family be any different? Audra's tired of hiding the reality of their lives.
She puts Ciara first, so why can't Ciara do the same?

Caught between her family and
her girlfriend, Ciara resents being forced to choose. She tries to keep the
peace by accepting her aunt’s endless blind dates and comforting her mother who
care for Ciara’s dying grandmother. How can Ciara shatter her family by forcing
the truth on them? How can she face life without Audra if she does not?

Agonized and at her wit's
end, Ciara receives an unexpected spirit visit that asks her hard questions.
Does love require self-sacrifice? How much can she give up without losing
herself?

Exquisitely crafted and
filled with life truths, Living in Sin will challenge your definition of love
and heal your soul.

Seoul Spankings

Broken-hearted
when her live-in boyfriend impregnates her best frenemy, Indigo Adams accepts a
one-way ticket to Seoul, South Korea and a challenge from her Great-Aunt
Matilda: Forget that boy. Go and make something of yourself.

Bruised from an
international public relations nightmare as the new heir to the
multi-billion-dollar Han Incorporated, Hyunkyung Han seeks positive publicity
in the form of a wedding. She consults with Madame Eve to find a nice,
well-behaved Korean American with bilingual and bicultural skills.

Instead, Madame Eve sends Indi, a naïve philosophy major graduate working for
minimum wage at the local pub. Enraged to find Indi can’t speak one word of
Korean, Hyunkyung orders her sent home on the next plane to Spillville, Iowa.

Then Hyunkyung
shakes Indi’s hand, and the sparks fly. How can Indi feel attraction for a
woman who despises her? With all of her professional responsibilities, how can
Hyunkyung allow herself to fall for the wrong woman?

Seoul Spankings offers a light-hearted romp
through the perils and joys of navigating an intercultural romance. Certain to
delight all fans of a happily ever after with a kinky twist.

About Ana

Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs,
Anastasia Vitsky specializes in F/F fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to
leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she
coordinates reader and author events. She has recently confessed to enjoying
her new hairbrush in addition to the beloved spoons. She can be found at
governingana.wordpress.com and on twitter @AnastasiaVitsky.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Following up on the best-selling Three Times Lucky Menage Box Set, comes one with a paranormal twist! Each of the seven tantalizing tales a little -- or a lot -- of the other-worldy. Here's a look at my story:

Lucky Charms

After
Cornelius’ family is jinxed, he suffers from the unluck of the Irish. Forced
to spend every St. Patrick’s Day with green hair—and more—Cornelius must
convince Jenna of his love when she’s unable to remember him.

Out for a good
time and some green beer, Jenna sustains disbelief of not-so-little green
leprechauns when she discovers Cornelius’s really big curse.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Magic is Becca Salt’s
business, but it ain’t happening in her bedroom. The half-witch proprietress of
From Crud to Stud performs miracle makeovers for paranormal creatures. Once
she’s done with them, they’re out the door hunting for hot babes, not hanging
around for a too-curvy, plain Jane like her.

Her newest client is
hot, hung, mouthwatering perfection. What could she possibly improve upon?

Eric Diletto. Descendant
of Cupid, bred for courtship, courtesy, and all that other gentlemanly junk.
What has it gotten him? Dumped time and again for bad boys. He needs Becca’s
help for an entirely different reason—regression therapy to release his inner
beast. Grrrr.

Two potions later,
they’re crawling all over each other. Becca aches for a man who loves her as
she is, not because he’s under the influence. But Eric isn’t as impaired as she
thinks. And he intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere—anything to convince
her his desire isn’t just the potions talking.

A witchdoctor’s nightmare.
Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical
skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty.
Bad, bad boy!

Excerpt:

From the next room, something rammed into the
wall.

“Don’t do that,” a woman warned. Her gravelly
voice sounded as if she’d been gargling with Drāno.

A hiss from Hell answered her, followed by more
pounding that shook the photos hanging in here. All depicting the French
Quarter with weird symbols gracing the edges. Greek? Martian? Who knew?

Despite the redhead’s allure, it was definitely
time to get out of this looney bin.

Eric shoved his feet into his loafers and pulled
on his shirt, not bothering to button the damn thing. With his boxers dangling
from his front pocket, he moved cautiously to the door and put his ear against
it.

Muted howls, shrieks and groans greeted him.

Would he have to fight his way out? He knew some
martial arts but wasn’t a whiz at it like Neo who’d spun like a human tornado
in The Matrix. Hell, he wasn’t even a
beast, which was why he’d come here in the first place.

Nitwit.

Still cursing himself, he edged the door open
and peeked around it. The redhead was gone.

He swallowed, then wrinkled his nose at another
smell. The odor burnt matches make.

Slipping into the hall, he closed the door
carefully so it wouldn’t make any noise. Not that anyone would notice given the
commotion going on in the other rooms. Bangs, snaps, growls and hisses coupled
with female voices begging or cooing. Some of those women sounded older than
Death. Others spoke lightly, musically.

None of the normal voices was as nice as the
redhead’s throaty purr. Her effect on Eric’s cock lingered. The damn thing was
on the prowl, getting too thick, trying to crawl out of his snug boxers and go
straight to…where? Her?

Yeah, right.

Ignoring his idiotic desire, Eric strode down
the hall and stopped short of the front door, his blood turning to ice.

The young woman who stood between him and
freedom looked to be about fourteen and dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform.
Plaid skirt, white blouse, saddle shoes. She crossed her arms over her flat
chest and shook her head at him.

A powerful blast of sulfur hit Eric. He made a
face at the unpleasant stench.

She scrunched her nose, either smelling what he
had or mocking him. The ring in her nostril glinted.

He forced a smile and risked another step toward
her. “Excuse me. You’re in my way.”

“You think?” She glowered. “You’re not leaving.”

Eric debated whether he could take her. She was
a little thing, but the smoke rising from the ends of her hair and shoulders
could be a problem. She might mutate into something worse than whatever kept
hitting the walls in this place. Even the pictures up here bounced slightly.

He tried to reason. “I have another appointment.
I’m expected.”

His lie didn’t faze her in the least.

“Seriously,” he insisted, squaring his
shoulders, trying to look even bigger than he was and far crazier than her. “If
I don’t show up—”

“You can leave. We have no intention of keeping
you here.”

He turned at that husky, sexier-than-sin
promise.

The redhead leaned against the wall, her attention
darting from his boxers—haphazardly crammed into his pocket—to what she could
see of his naked chest. There, she lingered, running her maroon-polished nail
over her belly button.

Eric’s face went slack. He imagined licking that
sweet depression, touching the silver butterfly dangling from it, then moving
lower. To the pleasure beneath her harem pants.

About Tina:

I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic,
paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing,
Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, and Kensington. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s
Weekly,Romantic Times and
numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful
for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was
named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in
RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short
Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my
writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and
worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being
an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary
stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have
been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When
Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I
like to eat (burp).